Wrong Way…
It’s only been two days since I first started at Hogwarts and let me just say… it’s not easy getting around so when I was trying to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts I got a bit lost and ended up in some odd restroom. I haven’t seen this area of the castle yet but I was intrigued. I slowly stepped in, I was alone.. right? I wasn’t sure. This school was full of surprises to be honest. This wasn’t like any restroom I’d seen before- especially at this school.
The ground the cracked and looked like it hasn’t been touched in ages and the restroom seemed pretty dusty too. I walked a bit further into the restroom before I stopped- stunned to see the sink, honestly, it was beautiful. The design was just excellent and-
Just then, I heard a sound from the deeper section of the restroom- where the toilets were. I paused, my attention not on the sink but now focused on the stalls. I stalked closer, cautiously as my heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna find but I was intrigued to find out. This school is filled with surprises and unexpected experiences… maybe this would be my first real surprise for my first year…
I was finally neared the stalls and started to slowly open every stall that would open. I made it to the 5th stall… it opened and then I saw it..
The ground the cracked and looked like it hasn’t been touched in ages and the restroom seemed pretty dusty too. I walked a bit further into the restroom before I stopped- stunned to see the sink, honestly, it was beautiful. The design was just excellent and-
Just then, I heard a sound from the deeper section of the restroom- where the toilets were. I paused, my attention not on the sink but now focused on the stalls. I stalked closer, cautiously as my heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna find but I was intrigued to find out. This school is filled with surprises and unexpected experiences… maybe this would be my first real surprise for my first year…
I was finally neared the stalls and started to slowly open every stall that would open. I made it to the 5th stall… it opened and then I saw it..
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Lillian Smog-horn
Wrong Way…
I hated Hogwarts.
Which was surprising because l was so excited when l had got my letter, it was like all my dreams and wishes were granted. But now it seemed like a nightmare, and what do you do in a nightmare? You cry.
Mind you l have every right to cry since my day was going terribly, as l'm sure you will agree once l tell you why. l tripped. Oh yes, this is how my rotten day started l tripped over my sheets and as l got up in a rush because l realized l was late, very late, l tripped and bonked my head on a nightstand, which resulted in a angry bruise, which a few people thought they NEEDED TO POINT OUT! They know who they are.
l was late for breakfast and l didn't even make it to the infirmary because some NITWIT, bumped into me! l know its wrong to insult people you don't even know but they deserved it! And l would have let it go but instead of helping me up they sneered at me like it was MY fault and walked away! It of course was a Slytherin. If that wasn't enough l spilled ink all over my robes thanks to said nitwit. Which reminds me l really should learn some hexes for moments like those.
So, l did the only sensible thing anyone would do. l ran away to the nearest, darkest, cracked up bathroom l could find and l went into the stall in the back, knelt down, and had the best cry l've had in years. l was just about done (which is to say l was just getting started) when l heard someone entering the bathroom and before l could check to see who it was, the stall door creaked open and l saw a girl. She was a Hufflepuff by the look of he robes and my first thought was that she looked very pretty. However when l saw her my nose wrinkled like l had smelled something sour. l wasn't trying to be rude, but l was so miffed l couldn't bother to be polite. "What do you want?" l growled, my face still streaked with tears, with couldn't have been a pretty sight, l was a very ugly crier. l should have apologized. But l didn't. l really should of. But l wasn't going to.
Which was surprising because l was so excited when l had got my letter, it was like all my dreams and wishes were granted. But now it seemed like a nightmare, and what do you do in a nightmare? You cry.
Mind you l have every right to cry since my day was going terribly, as l'm sure you will agree once l tell you why. l tripped. Oh yes, this is how my rotten day started l tripped over my sheets and as l got up in a rush because l realized l was late, very late, l tripped and bonked my head on a nightstand, which resulted in a angry bruise, which a few people thought they NEEDED TO POINT OUT! They know who they are.
l was late for breakfast and l didn't even make it to the infirmary because some NITWIT, bumped into me! l know its wrong to insult people you don't even know but they deserved it! And l would have let it go but instead of helping me up they sneered at me like it was MY fault and walked away! It of course was a Slytherin. If that wasn't enough l spilled ink all over my robes thanks to said nitwit. Which reminds me l really should learn some hexes for moments like those.
So, l did the only sensible thing anyone would do. l ran away to the nearest, darkest, cracked up bathroom l could find and l went into the stall in the back, knelt down, and had the best cry l've had in years. l was just about done (which is to say l was just getting started) when l heard someone entering the bathroom and before l could check to see who it was, the stall door creaked open and l saw a girl. She was a Hufflepuff by the look of he robes and my first thought was that she looked very pretty. However when l saw her my nose wrinkled like l had smelled something sour. l wasn't trying to be rude, but l was so miffed l couldn't bother to be polite. "What do you want?" l growled, my face still streaked with tears, with couldn't have been a pretty sight, l was a very ugly crier. l should have apologized. But l didn't. l really should of. But l wasn't going to.
Some wounds feel so deep we don't think they'll heal, but when we open our eyes and truly look through the pain we see these three: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.